Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Japan,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Sparks,
New Order,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.